Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.